Stormlight (The Harpers) by Ed Greenwood

Author:Ed Greenwood [Greenwood, Ed]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786961740
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2011-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Ten

TO DREAM OF A DRAGON

Storm yawned once more and stumbled, bruising her shoulder against the passage wall. “Careful, lady,” the guard just behind her said, reaching out a hand.

“Aye. You should get some sleep,” said Ergluth, at her elbow.

Storm shook her head. “I don’t need … can’t need …”

Then it struck her. Of course she’d need sleep, now, like any other mortal, with Mystra’s silver fire flowing out of her endlessly to fuel the barrier. That was why she was so exhausted, her legs rubbery and blundering. For the first time in centuries, she desperately needed sleep.

“You’re right,” she said abruptly, and handed her torch to the nearest guard. “It’s …” She lifted her head, trying to remember where her bed was.

“We’re heading there now,” the boldshield told her. When she gave him a hard look, he shrugged and added, “It’s along our way.”

Wearily, Storm nodded. It seemed only a moment later that she was dropping the bar into place across the inside of her closed door, yawning once more, and turning to make sure the room was empty of lurking shapeshifters.

It was, or seemed to be. Storm shucked her gloves, unlaced and kicked off her boots, undid her sword belt and let it fall, and hauled the tunic off over her head. The rest could wait.

The bed felt so soft.… With an effort, Storm sat up, blinked sleep from her eyes for just a few moments longer, and carefully cast two of the precious spells she had left. Wards flickered into glowing life around the bed, shimmering where the silver fire streamed out through them. No spell, and no body—however it changed its shape—should be able to reach her now.

Storm sighed, shook her head at the thought that she couldn’t cower in a bed for very long … and then she was swimming in warm white mists.

Dark things loomed out of them as she moved forward, flying now. The black fingers of giants, frozen into vainly reaching stone things … then a fire-darkened skull so large that she passed through one of its eye sockets … and a red, scaled head rising up through the mists to fix her with an old and very wise eye … a dragon? What was a dragon doing in her dreams?

She fell down an endless well, tumbling. Bodies with eyes and mouths aflame rose past her. Grinning things changed shape around her, and the dragon’s great eye looked endlessly down on her from the top of the shaft. Why a dragon?

Suddenly Storm stood in the Summerstar family crypt, lit by flames that floated without torches to feed them. All around her, the bodies of the long-dead fallen were thrusting aside their coffin lids and rising stiffly out of their shrouds. Ignoring her, they walked to the walls and punched through them, every blow of skeletal fists making the room tremble and boom as if thunder had rumbled.

The space beyond the walls was a room she knew: the great hall of Firefall Keep. Storm stepped out through a hole made by a tall, broken-skulled skeleton.

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